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Dogs In A Sunlit Park

Flying fur and joyous paws,

bringing fun to those outdoors.

Big and small and thin and fat,

who could help but smile at that.

Chasing, darting, bouncing balls,

echoing barks off low park walls,

why take your lunch indoors?

When joy roams free on just four paws.

A Friend Remembered

We had not talked for year on year,

but I thought to come and meet you here,

to ask to know of days I missed,

of friends estranged and lovers kissed.

I thought to meet one warm spring day,

to share a drink and while away,

yet here I stand in sunshine's shadow,

as Sunday wanes and daylight narrows.

Awaiting someone I fear I've missed,

expecting a step, a laugh, a smile,

for a friend like them,

I think I'll sit and wait a while.

Sunday

I'm gaming inexpertly,

all hands and no thumbs.

She's four blankets deep,

asleep with a dragon.

The air is warm with lamplight.

She sniffles, the nest shifting,

a hand appears, is clasped,

and fetches a smile.

It's Sunday and it's late,

endings are catching trains,

but not for now,

minutes are forever yet.

Aug 14

Broiling High 14/08/26

Weather The back of your knees is tidal, the sun comes up and sea rolls in. You've never seen a man drown on land, but here you sit submerged, legs swinging and soul sweating, praying for swimming lessons, in a midday meeting. Watch One shouldn't compare, but here's a comparison machine. We're all in our own race, but here's me crossing the finish. You'd have thought we'd be better at this, but apes we are, and there's others with fruit, and it's no more than that.

Jul 13

Greeting Dragons 13/07/26

Rhythm Tonight is empty, for tonight I am alone. No figure fidgets in half-remembered dreams. No body heats my side like dragon flame. Tonight I have space to stretch, my feet will not hit a knee or poked out paw. I hear no whispered jokes and answer no quiet questions. I will not get up to get you water. Tonight I should sleep well, but I will not. Tonight I cannot dance away in dreams, for tonight I miss my partner.

Jun 25

River Walking 25/06/2036

Prompted My machine thinks for me, so I gave it my eyes. My brain was of little use to it, outmoded and not worth replacing. My hands it didn't need, they were slower than thought. My voice it had already, learned in mimicry. My machine lives for me, and I have nowhere to be.

Apr 13

Library Knowledge 13/04/26

Guide Now walk the land my son, and pace your path from signpost trees to yonder sunrise. Sail from sandling shores and on, to ways where only winds may tarry. This world encircle twice in steps and thrice in wonder. No road refuse or sea leave bare, and go to hear the mountains call and deserts sing. Go to meet your stranger self in distant lands, and when they’re known, and scars are pale, then think of here and turn for home. Come at last to lands seen new, and take paths

Feb 10

Today It Rains, Tomorrow It Won't 10/02/26

Ern I did not like cats, for I did not know cats. Then I met this rumbling diesel-powered shadow. All eyes and vibrations, attached to some teeth. He won’t say we’re friends, that would be pushing it. He tolerates my being, when he greets me at all. He’ll stretch out a paw, like a caesar of old, or yowl out a curse and retreat to his throne. His throne is my chair, and now I have moved, for he gets what he wants and he’s sitting there. He gives me the eye, as if to enquire, s

This is a collection of deeply serious and straight faced poetry. This is not the notebook based ramblings of a copywriter who likes long words. That would be silly. If you got lost and want to see our ad portfolio, you'd better click here.